The boy I fell in love with, spent 3 happy years with, dumped me about two weeks ago.
And I was devastated.
I was just in such utter shock. I felt betrayed. I had spent the past 3 years of my life doing what I thought was everything I could to make him happy. He took me from the depths of an intense depression and gave me hope, meaning, purpose, and love. After 2 years, he gave me a place to stay and a warm bed to sleep in.
His reasoning was that he "still loved me and cared about me, but didn't feel the same way about me anymore". He said he had changed. He said it so... monotonously. I tried to fight it for a day, trying to reason with him. I threw a bloody-ass temper-tantrum. I ran down the street, trying to get away from him and his crazy words. When he convinced me to come back inside the house, I got upset and cried and he tried holding me but I pushed him off and tried to run away again. And he kept grabbing me. I spent that last night sleeping by his side, crying myself to sleep. [I thought of the one time I cried in my sleep, and he rolled and wrapped his arms around me, soothing me with "Don't cry, Bunny".] The next morning, I brought all my stuff downstairs, his mom had this shocked look on her face and she asked what the hell was going on. I pointed to him, and he told her in the same monotonous voice he told me.
My mom came and picked me up. I tried spending a night in my house (which I should probably mention is practically unsuitable human housing), then went over to a good friend's place for the rest of break. I cried for one last night, but then her and her boyfriend talked some sense into me. I spent the rest of the week practically exploding with self-confidence and elation. I even joined an online dating website, not to date right away, but just to meet some new people.
The week of break ended, without a call from him, but having grown so much closer to my two friends. I returned to school. By now, its the end of this week and yet even more has changed within my heart. I started messaging with several men on the dating website. Some of them were pretty cool and really close to my ideal man. But all I could think of was him. I'd think of how similar some guys were to him, especially all the anime nerds. No one had hair as beautiful as him. I thought I was really interested in one guy at first, he messaged with me one night until 5 in the morning. I think he has now become uninterested, but I dont care.
I brought out the box. I took all the pictures that he had of us, and put them in a box. I even stole back the ring he gave to me that I threw in his room in a fit of emotional rage when he kept telling me it was over. I cried over the pictures. He hadn't talked to me in a week and a half by that point. We've shared so much together. He was my first
everything. We'd talked so much about our future together. I thought he was the one.
About a month prior to this, we had a big fight. He had recently revealed that he'd been involved in something for about a year and didn't tell me. He said he was so afraid to. I know now that he was just afraid I'd hurt his ego. I reacted pretty badly, because it was something I considered to be dangerous. I was worried about him. I was worried that these people he was getting involved with were somehow influencing him in negative ways. I wish I could have told him, "I told you so", but I dont care about that anymore.
All my friends have been telling me to forget about him, he wasn't good enough for me anyway. I was hurting so much inside because my heart gave him everything. I left nothing in the dark. And I thought he accepted me for who I was. So I thought his rejection meant that he didn't think I was worthy of him anymore.
But I had a revelation last night. I was upset, and I couldn't sleep. So I grabbed the ring and held it in my hand under my pillow. It was... warm. Holding it caused this warm calming feeling to flow from the ring to my hand, down my arm, and to the rest of my body. It gave me a message not in words, but in my heart: It told me not to give up. It told me that he was hurting too. And that's when I realized how selfish I have been. He's been so worried about me still accepting him for this group that he's joined, and I blew it by being so upset, and later even slightly mocking him about it. And with that on top of his family issues right now, I think that cut a cord in him. I really damaged his ego, and he takes that way more personally than he should, but what matters is that I did not do my part in the relationship by accepting him no matter what. I now realize that no matter how much he changes, I will always love him. He will always be the most amazing person I have ever met. He will always be that one person that shines a light in the darkness for me. If he loved me enough to want to marry me, as hesitant as I've always been, I wouldn't hesitate in saying yes. These have been the best 3 years of my life, and he means so much more to me than I ever realized.
But this break-up has also done good things for myself and my spirit, even if I have been hurt. It's taught me that I am strong on my own, and that I can stand on my own two feet. I am beautiful, smart, loving, and I deserve happiness too. Within the past month I've gotten so anxious about our relationship, I was calling him several times a day. I now know that I dont have to be so dependant.
Now I am not going to seek to reconnect with him because I am too weak, but because I know in my heart that I have made a terrible mistake and hurt him greatly by betraying
his trust in
me. I want to reconnect because we spent 3 happy years together, working through any and all issues, and our bond was too important and too strong to let it just go so easily. He might really not have feelings for me anymore, and even so, I'm not giving up without a mature fight this time.
He says he has changed, but guess what bitches, so have I. I'm stronger, more determined, and I have learned from my mistakes. I wont let my pride get in the way of making things right. I love him so much, and sometimes you have to put your heart on the line, over and over again, to achieve happiness. I could really use another miracle right now, but for now, hopefully the ring will guide me. [Wow, Lord of the Rings, much? XD]
Love's a bumpy road, but if you just keep chugging along, you might just make your way through the tunnel to the other side.
And I'm fully prepared for him to say that he just wants to be friends. He said that from the beginning, that he'd still like to be friends. That might just be another lie, but I'm going to fight for it anyway. I don't even know if he'll respond to my message and give me a chance to talk to him, but I'm going to try. It might be just as futile as my tantrum the night he broke up with me, but I'm going to try.
There was a second time I had the ring in my hands, playing with it. I closed my hands around it, and I felt the urge to open my hands. I felt as though a pink lotus flower was blooming and gently prying my hands open, sprouting from the ring. It was very odd, but it gave me hope. A lotus flower, according to Buddhist belief, represents purity and faithfulness, with pink being reserved for the highest of deities. To me, it's hope.